Not a white board. Not a green board. It has to be a black board. And the board has to be super clean. Not erased with a lot of chalk residue and pentimento all over it. There is something so awesome, maybe even dramatic, about taking a piece of white chalk and scratching out information on it. It has become a kind of meditation, a graphic mantra, I do before school every day. It’s where I plan our day. It gets me centered and ready for the onslaught of middle school energy that will soon come bursting through the doors. Writing on a blackboard is one of the major reasons (aside from the students of course) that I became a teacher.
I guess you can tell by looking at this particular board that we are juggling quite a few balls right now.